Blessed with the love of a good man, I felt equal to anything - even the prospect of living out my days in the Antipodes.

When people fall in love, they are apt to go a little mad.

Hello, Mary.'It was like hearing a note of divine calm after a dissonant passage of music. My confusion died away.

I knew it was Peter playing. I fancied he was trying to tell me something - an absurd idea, but it persisted - 'I may not be able to spell, but just you listen to this.

I hated these visits, because I kept feeling the visitors measuring my fat and stringy hair against what I had been and what they wanted me to be, and I knew they went away utterly confounded.

...and it strikes her, as she walks, that borders, like hatred, are exaggerated precisely because otherwise they would cease to exist altogether.

Good and quiet do not connote weakness.

The great thing that guys like Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg and the Google guys have in common is they treat their technology like it's art, and I suppose in the hands of virtuosos like them, it is.

Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.

With every one, the expectation of a misfortune constitutes a dreadful, punishment. Suffering then assumes the proportions of the unknown, which is the soul's infinite.

If you think my music is sentimental and self-absorbed, I agree with you.

Artists in general never stay in the same place, we keep growing. It's still you, you still have that core that you always had, but you work with new people and hear new things.

Whoever could properly characterize Goethe's Meister would have actually expressed what is the timely trend in literature. He would be able, as far as literary criticism is concerned, to rest.

If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.